DavidH wrote:Hey, Bart, that's really good. But after 'pretty' you missed a chance for a naughtier rhyme.

I was going to go for naughty...but something came over me and I went all Keats/Betjeman.

It wont happen again!

^Et...is that poem referring to Skua Island, South Georgia and the South Sandwich Isles?

It may well be, Barty, I'm not sure. I just enjoyed the story it told, and looked it up because the rhyming drove me batty.

"Mit der Dummheit kämpfen Götter selbst vergebens."("Against stupidity, the gods themselves contend in vain.")-- Friedrich Schiller (1759–1805)Reality is that which, when you stop believing in it, doesn't go away.-- Philip K DickWhat happens when all the renewable energy runs out?-- Victoria AylingEnglish isn't much of a language for swearing. When I studied Ancient Greek I was delighted to discover a single word - Rhaphanidosthai - which translates roughly as "Be thou thrust up the fundament with a radish for adultery."

ADoS, I'm a huge poetry fan but don't get a chance to read or write much these days. E. E. Cummings is a favorite (and not just because we share the same initials). I enjoy exploring different styles and relish the feeling that accompanies the completion of a poem that meets all the criteria that I've set for myself as well as conveys my thoughts in a cohesive and clear manner.

Most of what I've written in the past was for an audience of one (me), so I never worried too much about keeping or compiling much of it. If I can shoehorn a couple of free hours into my week, I'll write something and post it here.

I wonder if you get more out of poetry written about your home patch, because it's easier to relate to. A bit like people from Manchester relating to L.S. Lowry's paintings. We are lucky enough to have Dylan Thomas writing intimately about Swansea and the Gower and I can easily picture the places he writes about.

The smoke wafted gently in the breeze across the poop deck and all seemed right in the world.

WARNING! SPOILERS! If you don't want to spoil the series of Blades of Exile scenarios that I am sort of making but will likely never finish due to my inability to focus on something for more than ten minutes without becoming restless or anxious, don't read the following page. But if you don't care about spoilers or don't play retro-RPGs (or even video games in general) then I encourage you to read it. It's the poetry I've written for said scenarios. The one marked with the yellow hashmarks is one of my favorites ever.

A limerick in support of the magnificent creatures of the Southern Ocean. I make no apologies to any Japanese supporters of this slaughter - frankly I hope their collective bums fall off and their chickens die.

There once was a “research” vessel from JapanIts activities deny legal demandWhaling in the Southern Ocean?One expects a unanimous commotionBut the Japs continue their criminal scam.

"There was a time when religion ruled the world. It is known as the Dark Ages." Ruth Hurmence Green